#Esteban Ocon x you

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[theyluvkarolina]

Saw your post about requests being open and had this idea and I didn’t want to fall asleep and forget about it. Idk if you do Esteban Ocon but yeah. Esteban and Kpop idol, she real famous and she’s been soft launching someone for years but never revealed them because her management won’t allow her to reveal who it is. Anyways her contract ends and she reveals that the person she’s been soft launching is Esteban and they’re actually married and have a kid. (You can pick the gender). Thanks. Love the two works you put out already and can’t wait to read more 🫶

𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐇 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐓

. ୨୧⭒๋࣭ ⭑ ` ` why the french guy bro 😞 … ` ` ⊹ ‧₊˚

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 ୨୧ kpop and f1? what on earth would that have in common? a lot actually!

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ୨୧ esteban ocon x reader

𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌 ୨୧ most photos are of jennie!

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ୨୧ cursing, reader speaks her mind lol, pregnancy and kids?

𝐀/𝐍 ୨୧ I would be lying if I said I didn’t start tearing up at the end 🥹🩶 thank you so so much! people like you encourage me to keep going :)) Fair warning, I’m practically clueless about K-pop… but I still tried my best! I decided against having the reader be part of a group, but rather a soloist, just for my sake until I gain more knowledge. again, thank you so much lovely, I hope you and everyone else enjoy 🫶

this is def the longest one yet 😵‍💫

some of the concept isn’t exactly the same, but I definitely tried to best to give what you requested!

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therealyn_ln merci, paris! thank you to all who joined the show!

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username3 i literally couldn’t stop screaming,… best show yet!

→ therealyn_ln tysm! You fans always encourage me to try even harder!

username7 oh she’s totally ignoring the recent news flash…

→ username9 what news?! → username10 apparently, she was seen with some guy after her show in Paris!

username8 who is the mystery man?!

username11 why is no one mentioning the fact that esteban ocon is in the comments?!

→ username12 the fact that a f1 driver is even in the comments of a kpop idol is strange enough. → username13 it’s not even that, he WATCHED the show!

estebanocon glad to know you loved Paris! The show was amazing!

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urmanagersuser call me. right now.

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therealyn_ln Me 🤝 First F1 Race! Honored to be a part of Alpine’s garage tonight! Wonderful work by @ fernandoalonso and @ estebanocon!

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fernandoalonso Of course. You are always welcome. 👍

username14 WHO IS THAT MAN??? I’VE BEEN WAITING SINCE ‘19!

username15 we lost her guys 😔😔

username16 Y/N and F1?! My life is at it’s highest!

username17 is that… the guy at her Paris show before the COVID-19 shut down?!

alpinef1team Thank you, Y/n! Overjoyed to have you join our garage and team! You certainly energized us this race 😉

estebanocon always willing to win! especially with your support 😊

username18 I can’t be the only one that’s been noticing something fishy lately…

estebanocon

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estebanocon celebrating in style 🥂

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username19 estie bestie!!

username20 uhmm…. the dinner photo?!

username21 WHO IS HE WITH 🤔 🤔

username22 surely Y/N posting that photo with her soft launch bf and estie’s dinner isn’t a coincidence…

alpinef1team we keep pushing! 👊

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therealyn_ln Hello fans, for the next upcoming year, I will be taking a break from music, and embracing the love of my fans, and finally being able to share my love for my husband with not just me, but to finally show it to all of you.

happy new years to all! Happy 2022 :)

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username21 why the french guy bro 😞

username19 HUSBAND?!

username22 SINCE WHEN WAS SHE MARRIED?!

username20 what happened to hi? my name is?

username18 I TOLD YOU GUYS SOMETHING I FISHY

alpinef1team Mr and Mrs L/N-Ocon 🫡

estebanocon ma beauté 🩷

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therealyn_ln happy anniversary my love! 🤍 this was the best gift anyone can receive. Loving you now and for forever.

username21 WHAT IS HAPPENING RN

username19 no way.

username22 A BABY ALREADY?

username20 i’m at a loss for words.

alpinef1team Future driver in the works! 🏁👀

estebanocon so happy to be part of this journey with you my love ❤️

→ therealyn_ln my favorite frenchie 🥐 → charles_leclerc :( → pierregasly damn. → francisca.cgomes don’t worry @ pierre_gasly you’re always my fav ❤️

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therealyn_ln welcome to the world baby Alix 🤍

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landonorris can’t wait to be the favorite uncle

→ charles_leclerc sorry to break it to you Lando, but i’m going to be the favorite → alex_albon you’re lying it’s me → lance_stroll definitely me → maxverstappen1 nope, me. → carlossainz55 lo siento, it’s me! → danielricciardo bursting your bubble! It’s none of you cause I’m right here! → logansargeant i can’t wait to teach them some american football :) → pierregasly it’s definitely not me.

[libraryofloveletters]

The Thrill Of The Chase

Esteban Ocon x Fem!Reader 

Warnings: romantic tension, fernando being a protective uncle, elena is giving mean girl vibes in this (no hate to her I just needed a plot lmao), unspoken feelings, hidden meanings, alcohol and the consumption of, hints to infidelity, symptoms of a panic attack, google translated spanish, fernando and andrea are still together in this, lance and mick are the best duo a girl can ask for. 

Word Count: 4.8k

Author’s Note: dedicated to @oconso​ - happy birthday miss girl! <33 thank you for always being insane with me and hopefully we have many more middle of the night in sync moments lmaoooo - I hope you like this :)) also yes, I had to use your fav estie gif duhhhh

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Spanish Grand Prix Weekend, 2022. 

"Esteban!” you squealed, the man wrapping his arms around you when he saw you. “P12 dude,” your hand rested on his bicep, giving it a squeeze. 

“I know, could be better,” he shrugged, giving you a smile. Esteban’s hands were on your waist, his thumb passing back and forth over your side. The two of you smiled at each other in the middle of the garage without care in the world. 

It was moments like this that made you realize the feelings you held for the man but then reality sets in; the sound of the drills, the smell of the gasoline, the screaming and shouting of fans. 

You and Esteban were attached at the hip, the two of you were only two years apart in age but it made no difference, you were basically the same person. You catered to each other’s every need without realizing and everyone can seem to see it except for the two of you. 

Now despite the romance you two found yourselves in, there were a few massive obstacles in your way. 

The first big issue is the fact that your uncle, Fernando, was Esteban’s teammate. 

Despite the two of them being good friends, he warned of you to be careful around Esteban and if you two were to find yourselves together, Fernando would forbid you from coming to any more races - you were sure he was joking.

Secondly, Esteban was already in a relationship. 

His girlfriend Elena was a wonderful woman who cared about him deeply but according to Esteban, who confided in you more often than not, they had hit a bit of a rocky patch. 

There had always been a tension between you and the driver; a sort of spark that’s deniable. 

Had someone dropped a match in the garage at this, it’d go up in flames and not because of the gasoline. 

“Y/n?” Your uncle calls from his end of the garage, “let’s get a snack.” He nods towards the exit of the garage. 

You nod, taking a step back from Esteban but not before the Frenchman gives your side a playful pinch. You swatted his hand away, laughing as you walked away. Glancing over your shoulder, Esteban gives you a smile when your eyes meet his. 

Fernando reaches for your hand, interlocking fingers with you like you were 10 years old; you were certain sometimes he forgets you weren’t. 

He’d always looked out for you like you were his own, he’s been the only father figure you’ve known so you tend to give in to him when he treats you like a little kid.  Your parents separated when you were young; barely 5 years old and even before that, your father was never truly present. You didn’t feel like you were missing anything but seeing all your friends with their fathers, it hurt you to know you were missing out on that. Even as a kid you sensed it was different for you than it was for other kids. 

There was always one person you could count on, your tío Nando. 

You couldn't fully say Fernando as a child and it came out more like Nando, the name stuck to this day. 

“Tío, slow down.” You pulled your hand away from him as he practically dragged you from the garage. 

More often than not, you used the pathway behind the garages and between the hospitality buildings, a secret pathway away from the cameras and the shouting fans. 

The man stops in his tracks, turning around to face you. “Mija, you need to be careful.” 

“Of what?” You looked down, wondering if you had stepped on a wire or something. 

Fernando grabbed your hands, pulling your focus back to him. “Esteban,” he starts, giving you a warning glance. “He has a girlfriend.” 

Your brows pulled together, unsure what he meant. “I know that, what are you trying to say, tío? Escúpelo por favor.” (spit it out, please.) You huffed, not up for his hidden messages today. 

“Esteban might not realize what he's doing and clearly you don’t either otherwise you would stay away. Don’t get caught up with him, y/n. He’s gonna get you into trouble, don’t let him pull you in.” 

“We're just friends.” You remind the man. 

Fernando huffed, arms folded across his chest as he gave you a disapproving look that portrayed more of an are you serious vibe than anything else. He knew you weren’t stupid but he also remembered what it was like to be your age; falling in love happens fast.

It’s exactly what’s happening to you and he doesn't want to see you hurt. 

“Tío, I'm not stupid. I know what you mean but Estie and I?” You smiled, “just friends.” 

“Las amigas no se miran así, cariño.” (friends don't look at each other like that, sweetheart.)

You aren’t fully sure what he meant by that but the words hung over your head all afternoon, an uneasy feeling in your stomach as you tried to figure it out but eventually you called it quits. 

No need to worry yourself about that, Esteban has a girlfriend and you two were just friends. Right? 

--

French Grand Prix Weekend, 2022. 

P6 for tío Nando and P8 for Esteban; a good weekend for Alpine. 

Esteban was happy to be in the points for his home race, a podium would be better but he’s not complaining. He had been in a good mood all weekend, he was home and his family had joined him for all 3 days; his parents and his girlfriend, Elena. The woman was a bit skeptical of you, giving you a look every now and then but you kept your distance from Esteban. 

Fernando’s words rang in your head and you couldn’t get rid of the nagging feeling in your stomach. 

You’re on your uncle’s side of the garage, leaning on the wall as you watched them start to disassemble the car. You weren’t paying attention to your surroundings, hence why the Frenchman startled you when he placed his hand on your shoulder. 

“Sorry,” he chuckled, a smile on his face. You give him a tight lipped one in return, his brows furrow momentarily. “You alright?” He asked, his hand still on your arm. 

“Yeah,” you nod, glancing around the garage. “Congrats on P8. Massive drive, Esteban.” 

That was the cherry on top of the unusually weird cake to him; you never called him Esteban. It was always Este or Estie, even Estie Bestie but you don’t call him Esteban unless you were introducing him to someone. 

“Okay,” he says, brows furrowed so deeply you could see the creases on his forehead. 

“What’s going on? You’ve got a weird smile on your face, you’re keeping your distance, you didn’t even give me my congratulatory hug. Are you not feeling well or something?” He rattles on options to explain your weird behaviour for another minute or so before he follows your line of sight to the blonde giggling away on the other side of the garage; Elena. 

Esteban suddenly gets why you’ve been so distant towards him all weekend. 

The driver looks at you, an apologetic look on his face as if he’s done something wrong by bringing his girlfriend to his home race. You shook your head, your quiet way of telling him to stop feeling sorry. 

A change of topic comes when his phone buzzes in his hand. “Come to the club with us,” he says. 

“Who’s us?” You asked. 

“Me, Mick, Lance and Elena.” 

You hummed, not really wanting to spend the evening with Esteban and his girlfriend. 

Before you could answer, the girlfriend in question comes over to him, her chin on his left shoulder and her arm tossed over the right. “What’s up?” She asked him quietly, dismissing the fact that you were right there. 

“I invited y/n to join us tonight.” His hand rests on hers, a smile on his face. 

Elena looks at you, a look that you can’t fully make out on her face. There’s a sort of skepticism but also hatred mixed in; the nagging feeling in your stomach returns. 

“Yeah,” she nods, “it’ll be fun, you should join us.” 

“Okay,” you shrug, “maybe. I have to see if tío has plans for the evening. He was saying something about dinner with Andrea.” 

Elena scoffs, a snicker to follow it. “You’re having dinner with your uncle?” 

Your brows furrowed, looking at her unsure as to why she’s laughing. Esteban butts in before you could say anything to her, and he can’t help but notice the slight anger on your face - something only he would notice. “They’re close, babe. Just leave her alone.” He tells her, taking a step towards you and away from her. 

You can’t help the smirk on your face but you clear your throat, smiling at her and Esteban. “Even if you're going to dinner, you can come after if you're up for it? Mick is coming by later because he’s going somewhere with Seb, maybe you can get a ride with him. Text him, I’m sure he’ll be happy to pick you up.” 

“Yeah, okay.” You smiled. 

The rest of the afternoon went by quickly, Fernando wrapped up with media duties and the briefing before you both met Andrea and headed back to the hotel. 

You were sat in the back, Andrea sat next to Fernando in the front. “Did you still want to do dinner, tío?” You called and he looked over at Andrea for a response. 

“We were thinking it’d be nice to do dinner.” She shifts in her seat to look back at you. “Did you have plans, amor?” 

“I mean.. sorta? They invited me to go to the club with them.” 

“Who’s they?” Fernando asks, knowing you weren’t gonna get off the hook so easily. 

It's not like you needed to give him every single detail of your life but when you ran in the same circles of Formula One drivers, there isn’t much secrecy anyways. One way or the other, he'd find out. Whether it's the photos being posted by those on the night out or the paparazzi, he'd know. 

“Esteban, Elena, Mick and Lance.” 

“Mija-” he starts but Andrea sets her hand on top of his that rested on her leg, “let her go, Fernando. She’s young, she doesn’t need to be stuck talking politics and race stats with us at dinner.” 

The car comes to a stop at the red light. Fernando looks over his girlfriend who juts her chin at him, silently telling him to give in and then he looks into the rearview mirror, right at you. 

“Just.. be careful, okay? No quiero verte lastimado.” (I don’t want to see you hurt.) 

"Si claro, gracias tío.” (yeah sure, thank you uncle.)

You reached over, resting a hand on Andrea’s shoulder. “eres la mejor, tía.” (you’re the best, auntie.) The woman laughs, resting her own hand on yours. 

--

Mick did in fact return to the hotel to drop Sebastian off, the older German held the door open for you as you walked down, meeting them by the car. He shut it after you got into the car, Mick rolling down the window. 

“You kids have fun,” Seb says, leaning down to see into the car. 

“We will,” Mick smiles, “tell Hanna and the kids I said hello.” 

“I will, be safe you two.” 

“Bye Seb!” You waved to him as Mick pulled off. 

The two of you were the first to arrive, despite showing up an hour later than they had planned. You two had a drink, settling in for a bit before they showed up. Next was Lance, whose name was attached to the booth. The 3 of you headed over there and shortly after Esteban showed up with Elena and a few of her friends. 

It was a quiet night, no drama and just fun. 

Mick was dancing with a girl from the bar and Lance had been chatting up some model he met. You knew Lance well enough to know he won’t be taking her home, he was a commitment type of guy. She was just for the night, well more like just for the club. 

You sat by the railing, watching the people squished together on the dance floor, jumping along to the beat. Someone walks over, sitting next to you.

Esteban. 

The man hands you a glass, the smell alone was enough to make your head spin. “Jesus, did you dump the whole vodka bottle in here?” 

Esteban chuckled, “I put what was left, too strong?” He looks at you, watching your face grimace as you take a sip. “I appreciate the sentiment but this is disgusting.” The two of you laughed when you set the glass down. 

“Where's your other half?” You asked, he took a sip of his water before nodding towards the other side of the booth. Elena was there with her friends, the 3 of them taking photos. 

“In the middle of a photoshoot,” he raises his brows, taking another sip of his water. 

You hum, reaching over to the table. You poured two shots out, offering one to Esteban who politely declined by shaking his head. “Don’t drink, remember?” 

“Right,” you downed the contents on one glass and set it down. “Forgot you’re a goody two shoes,” you downed the other one. 

Esteban gave you a confused look but brushed it off, laughing at your comment. “I’m not a goody two shoes.” 

You shrugged, sitting next to him and Esteban looked over at you. The two of you weren’t club people, he went out more than you did but this isn’t your scene. 

His knee nudges yours, causing you to look over at him. “You okay?” 

“Yeah, why?” 

“You seem.. distant? You’ve been off all weekend, y/n.” 

“Esteban-” he cuts you off with a groan, “there you go again! What is it with you and my name?” 

An exasperated look on your face, arms folded across your chest. “What do you want me to call you, Esteban ?” 

“Something other than my name, y/n.” 

“You just called me by my name.” 

“I’m sorry.” He says. 

“What for ?” You asked, brows furrowed and eyes fixed on the man next to you. 

Esteban looks over at his girlfriend and then back to you again; there he goes. He needed to stop this, it was a terrible habit for him to develop. He should know there was no need for him to be apologizing for his girlfriend being there. 

He didn’t owe you anything, despite him feeling like he did. 

“Esteban-” You start but he stops you, resting a hand on top of yours. 

Your hand sandwiched between the cold leather of the seat and the warmth of his large hand, he looks at you, like really looks at you; his eyes meet yours and it's like everything around you fades away.  

“It should be you instead.” 

The words catch you off guard. You looked at Esteban, brows furrowed and a look of surprise on your face. 

You aren’t given a moment to respond or even wrap your head around it before Elena was coming over, shouting her boyfriend’s name. 

“Come take a photo with me!” She grabbed his hand, pulling him up from his seat. She seems to miss the look of utter shock on your face. Elena looks around for her friends to take the photo but sees that they’ve run off to dance. 

“Here,” she passed the phone, practically forcing it into your hand. “Take it for us?” You can’t exactly say no when she’s staring you down. 

“Uh- yeah okay.” You get up, following them a few steps. 

Her arms wrapped around his middle, his hand on her hip. Elena smiled at the camera, leaning into her boyfriend and despite Esteban looking in the direction of what seems to be the camera, his eyes were fixed on you. They were burning into your skin, every passing glance left a mark that once made you feel loved but now made you feel confused and above all else, disgusting. 

How could you allow yourself to fall so in love with a man that you knew could never be yours? 

“Here you go,” you handed the phone over to her, taking a step away from them. Before Esteban gets the chance to say anything, you’re off towards the bar. 

Mick was there, the woman he was once dancing with had now vanished. “You alright?” You placed a hand on his shoulder. 

He smiles at you, nodding. “Legs hurt,” he swings them back and forth off the side of the stool. 

“I think I'm gonna head home.” 

“Are you alright?” He asked, turning around to fully face you. 

“Yeah,” you smiled, “just tired.” 

Mick knew you well enough to know something was up, he could see it from the moment he picked you up but he knew better than to dig at you. You’d speak to him when you were ready.

“Do you need a ride?” He goes to stand but you stop him. “I’ll be okay. You stay, have fun.” 

“Get back safely!” He called after you, waving as you walked out. 

The night was breezy, a welcomed change from the blazing hot sun you had been getting all weekend. You sat on the bench, waiting for your Uber to arrive and you couldn't help the sickening feeling creeping up the back of your throat. 

You swallowed the feeling as best as you could, your fingers rubbing- digging into your sternum the entire ride back to the hotel. 

By the time you get out of the elevator, your eyes are filled with tears, making it impossible to find the key you had tossed in your purse. The shots of tequila were kicking in, your head spinning and your heart pounding out of your chest as you stumbled through the hallways. A hand dragged across the hideously beige walls, ones you can’t bring yourself to pay much attention to; the sight of them alone reminds of you puking and you were nauseous enough.

The hand moves from the beige wall to the brown wooden door in front of you. 

“Y/n?” Andrea freezes in her spot when she opens the door. “Fernando!!” She pulls you into the room, her arm over your shoulders as she leads you over to the couch. 

The man looks over his shoulder, getting up when he sees his niece in tears. His hands cup your cheeks, looking at you with a display of fatherly concern - a look you hadn’t seen since your teen years. 

“Cariño, ¿qué pasó?” (sweetheart, what happened?) He asks you, moving you to sit with him as Andrea gets you a glass of water. 

“I feel so stupid,” you sniffled, leaning into your uncle. “Tío, he doesn’t even.. I mean, I don’t even know how to feel. He makes me feel so stupid.” 

Fernando rubbed your arm softly, brushing some of your hair away from your face. “You’re young, mija.. and in love.” 

“No!” You huffed, sitting up a little too quickly. 

He grabbed your arm to steady you, holding back his laughter when he saw the ‘angry’ face you’ve put on. It reminds of him when you were a little girl, you’d get upset with him for being away for too long - you had yet to understand that he needed to be away for work. When he’d show you all the fun treats and souvenirs he’d brought back for you, all was forgiven and he was back in your good graces. 

“Y/n,” he starts but you stop him.

“I'm not in love with him. I hate him.” 

Your uncle scolded you, “don’t say that! Hate is a strong word, mi amor. You're drunk, you don’t mean it.” 

“I do!” You pulled your lips together, holding back the urge to cry again. Fernando pulled you into him, rubbing your back as you broke down into tears for what felt like the millionth time since you’ve arrived. 

“I hate him.” 

-- 

Abu Dhabi Grand Prix Weekend, 2022. 

It had been a long weekend, not just for Alpine but for the entire paddock.

Sebastian has announced his retirement from Formula One the morning of media day for the Hungarian Grand Prix which sent the media and the paddock into a frenzy. 

The biggest question that was left was who would be replacing Sebastian come the 2023 season? 

Little did anyone know, it was your tío Nando. 

It was well overdue; Esteban and Fernando had a bit of squabble during the Hungarian Grand Prix and it caused a nasty shift in the team and the way those two behaved towards each other. You couldn’t help but feel guilty and partly responsible for what happened. 

Esteban had a feeling you were upset with him and he attempted to speak to you that weekend in Hungary but you ignored him to the best of your abilities. Fernando seemed to realize that Esteban wasn’t taking the hint that you wanted nothing to do with him and he took on your battle for you. 

Fatherly intuition you could say. 

Your uncle took your detachment from his French teammate personally, so much so that he upped and left the team; now it wasn’t the only factor but it was a factor. 

After the weekend in Hungary, they went into summer break aka silly season. Fernando and Aston announced that he would be joining the team and you avoided the paddock once they returned from break. 

Tío Nando begged you to come to the final race. You and your mother, along with your grandparents had joined him in Abu Dhabi. 

Now your uncle loved you like a daughter and he'd never put you in an uncomfortable position. He made sure to ask if you’d be okay with being there, given that had happened between you and Esteban. 

As much as he wanted you to be there, he'd never put you somewhere you didn’t want to be. 

You assured him you'd be fine and you were, you just avoided the Frenchman like the plague. 

The final race had ended, the media was now focused on Sebastian’s departure and everyone was trying to grab a few seconds with the man. You on the other hand, had made sure to speak to him prior to the race start as well as pop over and say hello to Hanna and the kids. 

Fernando was still at Alpine, saying his final goodbye to the team and staff, your mother and grandparents were inside, hiding from the humidity. 

You were sitting on a trolley in the corner of the garage, one of the mechanics had offered you a ride through the back of hospitality buildings on his way back from who knows where. You had hopped on and were left sitting there when he stopped the trolley to go do his job.

The man who you had been avoiding spots you, waving to you with a smile on his face. You couldn't look away fast enough and made eye contact with him but you didn’t wave back. 

It struck Esteban as odd, he wasn’t sure why you’d been avoiding him. Fernando was leaving, you could speak to him without your uncle getting upset. 

Your phone was on your lap, the screen lights up and the buzzing caught your attention, causing you to look down. 

From Estie Bestie: You’re the one thing I’m going to miss about Fernando. 

To Estie Bestie: That’s a nice way of saying you won’t miss him. 

From Estie Bestie: I won’t but I’ll miss you. 

To Estie Bestie: You shouldn’t.

From Estie Bestie: Why not? 

To Estie Bestie: For starters, you have a girlfriend. 

From Estie Bestie: Just because I have a girlfriend doesn't mean we can’t be friends. You’re my friend, Y/n. 

To Estie Bestie: Friends don’t look at friends the way you look at me, Esteban. 

You left it at that, not bothering to check if he responded. You stuck the phone in your pocket when your uncle walked over, helping you up. “Why are you on the trolley?” He asked, looking at you a bit confused.

You shrugged, smiling. “Why not?” 

The man chuckled, “¿estas bien?” (you're okay?) He asked, his hand resting on your shoulder. 

You nodded, the smile stays on your face. “Sí, claro.” (yes, of course.)

“Good,” he smiles. You tell him you’re heading outside, you wanted to see Mick before he left and Fernando says okay, letting you go without a question. Truthfully, you couldn’t wait to get out of that garage; despite the massive space, you felt like you were suffocating after the exchange with Esteban. 

You had only gotten a few steps outside the garage when someone shouts for you; “y/n! Wait up!” 

You knew the voice from the moment you heard it and yet, you looked over your shoulder to see the one person you had been trying to escape. 

Speak of the devil. 

You stopped, waiting for him to catch up with you. You’d think for a man that was 70% legs that he’d move a bit faster. 

Finally, he reached up to you, huffing as he caught his breath. Your brows furrowed, the judgement evident on your face. “Don’t look at me like that.” He chuckled, a smile on his face that warmed your heart. 

You almost forget you’re supposed to be staying away from him. 

“What do you want, Esteban ?” 

The man rolled his eyes at the use of his name. “I wanted to ask, what did you mean when you said friends don’t look at friends the way you look at me?” 

You couldn't believe his cluelessness but you stood there, “you look at me in a way that.. you shouldn’t be.” 

“Meaning?” 

“Meaning that you have a girlfriend, Esteban. You shouldn't be looking at me like that.” 

“Like what, y/n?” He pried, wanting to get to the bottom of this. 

He was getting on your nerves, you just snapped. “Like you fucking want me, Esteban! I'm sick and tired of this, we can't keep doing this. I can’t be in love with you when you don’t love me.” 

A look of relief on his face, a smile on his lips and you were confused, frozen in spot as he stepped closer to you. “Who told you I don’t love you, hm?” 

Your eyes met his. “You don’t.” 

“I do,” he sighs, “god, you have no idea how much I love you, y/n.” 

“Esteban-” “Shut up, don’t call me that.” 

You looked at the man in front of you, his hand was warm when it mets your cheek. You could see the wrinkles next to his eyes when he smiles and the curve of his nose. 

It took everything in you not to reach out to him. 

“We can’t.” You whispered, the noise filled the surrounding but it felt as if it was just the two of you, not a single soul could pull you away from each other. 

Esteban leans into you, his lips ghost over yours. “We can, y/n. We can.” 

His lips met yours, and not to be dramatic, you truly felt as if this was what you were waiting for; if fireworks could pop now, they would. His free hand reaches for your lower back, pulling you flush against him and your hand rests on his jaw, not ever wanting to let go of the man. 

But alas, it was not in the cards for you two. 

You took a step back, his hand remained on your back as did your hand on his jaw. The look on your face said everything you needed to and he nodded, a sad smile on his face.

“I’m sorry-” before you can continue, he stops you. “I know.” He turns his head to kiss the inside of your palm, his own hand holding yours. 

Your hand pulls away as you take a few steps back. The man watched as you walked off, turning back once to look at him. 

You stopped for a moment and something in Esteban held out hope; hope that you'd run back to him and change your mind, that you'd figure it out together. 

But instead, you spoke the final words he'd ever hear from you. 

“Goodbye Esteban.” 

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A Sandy Holiday

pairing: esteban ocon x fem! reader, Instagram au

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radio 🪩: This one has been sitting in the drafts for a while, I was going to make it into an actual fic but I wasn’t sure how to go about the story so instead I took a different route, I hope it was still enjoyable!

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Switching up on me - Esteban Ocon x Lawyer! Reader

Plot: Busy days using an underground train system you aren't familiar too is stressful enough with all the people and noises, but your day couldn't get any worse when you switch bags with the person you bumped into on the platform.

Credit to estiebestieban for the GIF

You were currently running around central Milan in a tizz, you were trying to find the underground station so you could make your way over to the building your client had sent through.

Usually your legal firm dealt with everything strictly in the UK, but this high profile client of yours was unable to make the travel from Italy to England. Your boss sent you off saying you'd have to meet him there to run through final things before you went to court. Everything was in a large duffle bag, all the private documents and confidential agreements and you were struggling holding it next to you.

Once you got into the subway system you placed the bag down next to you but close enough no-one would be able to steal from you. A gentleman came and stood next to you waiting for the next train that was supposed to come in about a minute.

What you didn't anticipate was Milan's sudden rush hour, some guy bumped into you making your trip over your bag. The guy who was next to you caught you and held you steady so you didn't fall onto the tunneled track.

"Thank you!" you smile up at him, and you guys continue to stare up at each other until the train comes into the station. People push their way off and the mystery man looks up at the train side and gasps when he notices it's his. He grabs his bag and jumps on while you watch in awe as the love of your life, your literal soulmate leaves the station on the train.

You wait knowing that one was heading out of the city and sit on a bench waiting for yours to come in.

You pick up the bag which feels slightly heavier than before but you don't think much off it. You get on the next tube which is luckily a lot quieter and manage to get a seat and have your bag on your lap. When you feel it, it feels a little odd, not as padded out in some areas as you remembered it being.

You slowly unzip the bag, seeing none of your things. No water bottle with turtle stickers, or university hoodie, no legal documents of your clients and no nice pair of heels you were supposed to put on before you got to the office after your train commute and small walk.

"No no no!" you whispers to yourself rummaging through finding a helmet, a suit and other various manly bits that weren't yours.

You then remembered the man on the platform and that you must have switched bags. You smiled at the thought that you guys had the exact same bags which just fueled your thoughts of the fact that the very attractive man that saved your life on the Milan underground was in fact your soulmate.

You get off at the next stop at a completely random place in Milan, where you see and advertisement for the F1 race in Monza. The guy must be something to do with that, he was heading that way and he had the helmet and race suit.

You pull out your phone and pull up your clients number before calling them.

"Hey Y/N!" they answer after one ring and immediately they sound a little guilty.

"Everything alright?" you ask.

"Well, you see somethings come up and I'm going to need to postpone everything until tomorrow and the day after, I'll pay for the flight for the inconvenience and your extra hotel expenses and you know what even through dinner on me tomorrow night. I'll take you to a nice place in Milan, but I'm so sorry I cant do it today!" she blurts out and a massive smile comes onto your face.

"That's no problem at all, I can er... do a little more research in the mean time and ... maybe explore the city!" you exclaim knowing you'd be heading on a tube straight for Monza.

"Ahhhh! Your a star I'm so glad the company sent you! I swear you are the only one I trust! But defiantly explore the city it's beautiful. I'll see you tomorrow babe but I really have to go! Okay goodbye!" she says before hanging up.

"You clutch the bag, looking around before you find your way to the nearest taxi service.

"Hello, could you take me to Monza? The er race track?" you ask having no idea if there was a specific name.

"130 euro!" he says and your eyes nearly bulge out of your head at the price.

"Yeah, that's fine!" you grit your teeth.

You are there in no-time jumping out after paying the driver and looking at the map to try and find the most sensible place to go. You assume the paddock where it leads to the garages makes the most sense.

However as you get there and see the security and the pass entrance you start to panic. You walk up to one of the security with a friendly smile on your face which was almost sheepish.

"Hi, this is going to sound so bizarre but I think I've switched bags with a driver and I have their helmet and race suit. Can I get in to hand it back to him please and to get my bag back?" you ask and he laughs.

"Yeah sod off kid!" he laughs the one next to him joining in.

"No I'm being series look!" you say unzipping the bag. They look at it and look between each other.

"Radio it through to alpine" one of the says before walking off through the entrance. You awkwardly stand there waiting for someone to say anything.

"I've been told to bring her through!" the one on the walky talky says letting you go through. He walks with you until you come up to one place that has a big picture of the man you met in the subway.

"Esteban?" you ask pointing to his picture and the security guard nods.

"Apparently he went out to look for you, he's been called by his team to come back as you are here!" he smiles before walking off towards the front. Someone comes running out the front in team gear smiling at you.

"Hey, come with me can we get you anything to drink. You can wait in Esteban's driver room!" he smiles and you politely decline a drink, placing yourself on the sofa and waiting patiently.

"Hey!" a voice interrupts you from scrolling on your phone.

"Hey, I erm think I have something of yours!" you grin, holding up the bag and he sighs seeing his bag the exact colour and model that yours was.

"Thank god! That bag has my life in it!" he cries.

"I think i would have been fired if I actually lost mine!" you admit.

"Yeah, I just want you to know the minute I saw confidential i didn't look through anything. I only found the key card to your hotel room, that's where I was heading to in hopes you'd gone there to try make some calls.

"I worked out you must be a driver and that you'd probably be in dire need so i came straight here!" you smile and he nods.

"Well thank you for delivering the goods!" he smiles handing over your bag. You smile and thank him, before hesitating to exit the room. However you do with a sad sort of smile, knowing you'd probably never see him again.

"Wait!" a voice shouts making your turn round and you see Esteban stood there.

"Can I please have your number, or take you out to dinner as a thank you?" he asks looking over you, trying to get a read.

"Really?" you grin, not expecting him to have asked.

"Well, I think it's sort of fate right?" he asks with a little sly grin on his face.

"Yeah, I guess you're right!" you grin.

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seat-fitting - Esteban Ocon (SFS24)

Y/N x Esteban Ocon Theme: Smutish, Teasing, Touching you're joining Esteban after the first training session of the new season x word count: 1470+ taglist: @game-set-canet any request? let me now!

The roar of engines reverberates through the crisp air as the first race weekend of the season kicks off. In the heart of the racing circuit is the Alpine Garage, a hive of activity and anticipation.

Esteban, a seasoned professional racing driver with a passion for speed coursing through his veins, just finished his first training session of the weekend. As Esteban's girlfriend, you have a front-row seat to the exhilarating world of Formula 1. He glides his sleek racing car back into the garage, causing your heart to pound in excitement.

Esteban emerges from the car, his every movement exuding an aura of confidence and determination. His team surrounds him, offering congratulations for a successful training session, and you watch with admiration as he strolls through the garage, commanding attention with his presence alone.

His racing suit hugs his form perfectly, accentuating his athletic physique, and even beneath the helmet, you sense the grin you know is plastered across his face. 

As he finally removes the helmet, revealing a red, sweaty face adorned with a smile, your heart swells with pride and affection.

Your eyes lock, and his warm smile washes over me like a wave, melting away any lingering tension. With a sense of longing, he closes the distance between you, his hands finding their place on my waist as he draws you into his embrace.

"How was it out there?" You ask, unable to tear your gaze away from his beautiful eyes.

Esteban's eyes light up with enthusiasm. "It was incredible!" he exclaims, a wide, boyish grin spreading across his face. "The car felt good, like it was gliding on rails. The speed, the control—it's like nothing else."

You can feel his heart still pounding beneath your hand as it rests on his chest. "You were really flying out there." You remark, a proud smile tugging at your lips.

"It's a rush like no other," he admits, his gaze never leaving yours. "I can't wait for Sunday."

As he leans in for a kiss, you can't help but admire the rugged charm of his beard. It tickles when your soft lips meet, and you melt into a gentle kiss.

Together, you walk hand in hand toward his motorhome, a sanctuary amid the chaos of the racing circuit.

As the two of you walk through the bustling paddock, you can't help but take in the electrifying atmosphere that surrounds you. The smell of rubber is heavy in the air, mingling with the sound of engines roaring in the distance. 

People hurry about, their faces alight with excitement, while a few other drivers make their way back to their quarters as well for a well-deserved break.

You pause for a moment to soak it all in, feeling a rush of nostalgia wash over you. You missed the adrenaline-fueled energy of the racing world.

"Sensational. Isn't it." Esteban whispers in your ear.

"Yeah." You breathe barely hearable before you keep going until you arrive at his motorhome.

Inside, Esteban indulges in a moment of intimacy, inviting you closer and allowing you to feel the fabric of his racing suit. His scent is hovering in the air all around you, engulfing the two of you fully as you place a hand on his chest.

Your fingers gilde along the smooth material, tracing the contours of his body before lingering on the zipper. With a gentle touch, you begin to unzip his suit.

As Esteban shrugs off the upper half of his racing attire, you're greeted by the sight of his chest encased in tight fireproofs. His muscles ripple beneath the fabric, slinging around his form like a second skin.

With a sense of reverence, you reach out and stroke his chest, feeling the warmth of his body beneath your fingertips.

He watches you closely, his gaze intense and filled with a mixture of desire and affection. You can sense the pleasure he takes in your touch—the way his breathing quickens ever so slightly as your hand moves across his chest.

Sensing your admiration, he grins and flexes his arms, another invitation to feel the power of his muscles. With a delighted smile, you oblige, running your hands over the defined outlines of his arms, marveling at their strength and resilience.

He savors the sensation of your hands exploring his muscles; a content smile graces his lips as he licks them. The warmth of your touch sends waves of pleasure through him, and he can't help but revel in every move of your fingers.

With each caress, he feels a deep sense of connection with you, and his body craves more.

As Esteban leans in for a kiss, you can't help but admire the rugged charm of his beard. "You look so good," you tell him, running your fingers through the stubble. "I'm glad you kept it for this weekend."

Esteban growls and chuckles softly. "Yeah, I thought I'd switch things up a bit," he replies, his voice filled with warmth. "But it's nothing compared to how good you look in that team gear."

You blush at the compliment, feeling a surge of affection for the man who never fails to make you feel special.

Unable to resist teasing Esteban a little, you stroke his chest through his firerpoof undergarments, eliciting a guttural chuckle from him. With a playful glint in his eyes, he undulges your antics, amused by your affectionate gesture.

"Come on." He nods toward the sofa, inviting you to sit down with him. As you settle on it, you can't help but admire the sight of him in his racing gear again. It had been too long since you last saw him like this, and you missed it more than you realized. He looks every bit like the professional athlete you fell in love with.

Easily, you begin to climb on top of him, sitting down on his lap., facing him, and he chuckles, his hands finding their place on my waist.

"What are you doing?" Esteban asks, a smile playing on his lips.

"It's my seat fitting," you reply with a grin, leaning in to kiss him. 

As your lips meet, you run a hand across his firm chest, reveling in the warmth and intimacy of the moment.

He moves a little, trying his best for the two of you to be the most comfortable. At the same time, you steady yourself, feeling all of his chest tensing more and more.

"Mhmm." He purrs happily right into your mouth, sending shivers down your spine.

Your body presses against his strong frame, and he makes sure to hold you close, kissing you with his tongue and spreading his familiar taste all over your mouth. His hands are stroking the small of your back, giving you goosebumps.

"This feels... so good." A guttural, quiet moan escapes his lips. "I'm so hard." Esteban chuckles, moving his crotch slightly. 

As you feel his desire bulging underneath, you lick your lips, separating yourself from his just enough to meet his gaze.

"All the same, Estie." You shake your head, eliciting another chuckle from him. 

"It's not my fault you're so gorgeous." He replies, placing a hand on your cheek and stroking you with his thumb, causing your face to flush with color again.

"You're the one to talk." You smirk, running a hand through his messy hair and his tickling stubble.

Leaning in close, you whisper in his ear, encouraging him to push even harder on the next session.

"You're doing amazing out there," you murmur, brushing a stray lock of hair away from his forehead. "But I know you've got even more in you."

Esteban's eyes meet yours, filled with a playful spark. 

"And when you do," you reply, a mischievous grin spreading across your lips, "there is a special reward for you." 

Running both of your hands down his firm chest, acorss his nipples piercing through his shirt and his muscles rippling through the fabric of his undergarments.

He draws a deep breath when your hand reaches his crotch, tracing the outlines of his member bulging inside his suit.

Esteban's eyebrows shoot up in surprise, and a teasing glint dances in his eyes. "Oh, really?" he teases, his hands tightening around your waist.

You nod, leaning in to whisper your promise in his ear, the words sending a shiver down his spine. With a grin, Esteban pulls you close, pressing a tender kiss to your lips.

In response, you grab him tightly, causing him to growl deeply, his voice carrying a longing desire.

He grinds his hips against your hand, enjoying the feeling of your hand on his length.

"I can't wait." Esteban breathes into you before letting out a low groan, leaning his head back against the sofa cushions.

Pressing a finger on his lips, you smile. 

"It will be worth it."

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FRESH OUT THE SLAMMER

Esteban Ocon x childhood bestfriend!reader

Summary: Esteban has been pining over his bestfriend for the longest time. How long will it take her to see that what she's looking for is right in front of her?

The Tortured Drivers' Department series

A/N: And the first person that I'll be crossing off the list is Estie bestie. I think he is probably one of the drivers that gives me the wholesome aura. Let me know what you think or if you wanna be added to the taglist.

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Now, pretty baby, I'm runnin' back home to you. Fresh out the slammer, I know who my first call will be to.

02-13-2002

Dear Diary,

Today I met my first ami (ami is friend in french) and he is Esteban something long name Okon. He is so nice to me. He said hi and helped me swing on the swing sets. I hope I meet more ami like Esteban but he is my favoriteeeee!!!

-y/n.

6 years old Esteban was actually running away from class when he stumbled upon a girl swinging alone at the park's swing set. He frowns because he noticed that every kid at the park have someone to play with but she has no one. Esteban was in an internal battle to just leave it alone but he can't help but feel bad for her.

He walked to the girl and he sat next to the empty swing next to her.

Y/N looked at the stranger that just joined her. Her interest was piqued because no one wants to be around her. She blamed it in her inability to speak French so she was hesitant to scare off the potential play mate.

"I'm Esteban, you are new?" Esteban started.

Esteban's english was not perfect especially with a strong French accent but he can hold a good conversation. He can see how the excited grin appeared in her face.

"Y/N! You speak good, can we be friends?" she asked.

She extends her hands to the boy and Esteban shakes it.

"Mon ami"Esteban agrees.

There was a visible confusion in her face. Esteban mentally slaps himself as he forgot that she cannot speak french.

"It mean friends"he added.

"Mon ami Esteban" it rolls right in her tongue.

And although there was a great language barrier, they managed to stay there at the swing sets till it was time to go home for dinner. Their antics and their grand hand gestures helped them communicate with each other.

11-28-2002

Dear Diary,

I told Estie that I will be missing thanksgiving a lot because I don't live in US. His mom and dad cooked, we had our own version of thanksgiving. I'm so grateful to my mon ami, Estie.

-y/n

Usually, Esteban's afterschool routine was drop his bags and leave the house to meet up with his bestfriend, Y/N. They would go sit at the swing set for hours or maybe watch the television at Y/N's house. It was a routine that Mrs. Ocon has been familiar with ever since Y/N came into the picture.

"Maman, can I talk to you about something"

Esteban made a beeline to his mother as soon as he gets home this afternoon.

"Did you have any troubles in school?" Mrs. Ocon wondered.

"Not at all Maman" Esteban answers "I just need help with something Maman about Y/N"

Mrs. Ocon tried to hide the smile in her face as he mutters a soft "oh". Meanwhile, Esteban reached out a piece of paper from his bag.

"Maman I drew this at school, this is a tradition that Y/N misses in America"Esteban explains.

The paper was filled with drawings of stick figures sitting in a table. The table was filled with dishes messily drawn in a muddle of green, brown, and orange.

Mrs. Ocon looks at her son with confusion, she still didn't know what he needs help in.

"What are you trying to say Esteban?"she asked

"This 28 is the thanksgiving dinner and Y/N says that her parents will be busy. She told me its just like a normal dinner but you say thank you for everything you are grateful about"Esteban elaborates "Can we do that Maman and can we invite Y/N to join us"

"That's a wonderful gesture to do for your friend Esteban" Mrs Ocon coos.

Esteban breaks out into a grin with the agreement of his mother.

"But you will be helping me prepare the dishes okay?" Mrs. Ocon added

"Of course Maman, I'll do anything"

Esteban gives his Mother a tight hug. He was extremely grateful because he knows how much Y/N has been missing so many american things lately. He was just scared that she'll leave France and then go back to America then he will never see her again.

On the other hand, Mrs. Ocon can call it mother instincts but she called it from this moment that her son is in love with his bestfriend.

05-17-2005

Dear Diary,

I like reading a lot while my bestfriend Estie loves riding the small karts. I like going to school, Estie doesn't like that. It seems like were different with each other. I'm scared of losing my bestfriend, what should i do?

But I'll support him. I want him to be happy. Thats what bestfriends do.

-y/n

"I wanna be a race car driver"Esteban blurts out one time that they were watching those Formula 1 races on the television.

Y/N started laughing because she thought it was a joke but when she looked at him, his eyes were looking at the race cars with so much determination.

"Wait, you are serious?"

"Can't you picture me driving those cars? It's like being wind woosh" Esteban mimicked the movement of the cars.

"But its like dangerous, you could crash" Y/N argues.

They have seen some serious crashes in the times that they watched F1. Y/N couldn't forget that dogpile crash in Monaco just a few weeks ago, her heart nearly stopped when the car hits a marshal cleaning up debris.

"Then I'm going to train to be a good driver so I don't crash" Esteban confidently states.

"But what about school?"Y/N asked "You're not seriously leaving me there"

"Woah, I said I wanna be a race car driver"Esteban clarifies "I didn't say anything about leaving you. You are mon ami"

"But school Estie?"Y/N repeats

Both of them knows that Esteban never found a knack for the academics, his favorite class was physical education. As much as Y/N tries to encourage him to study, he didn't like to do that a lot. Esteban always said that the braincells of Y/N will be enough for them to share and to get through life.

"I really wanna be a race car driver"Esteban insisted.

Y/N knew Esteban very well that if he sets his mind to it then he is bound to do it. There is nothing else she can do but support it.

"Esteban Ocon, a grand prix winner" Y/N shows her encouragement "I could picture it the crowd goes roar and you step onto those podiums holding those big trophies"

Esteban grins at her enthusiasm.

"And then I could take you with me to watch them when you finish school"Esteban added "We could travel the world together when I become a driver"

"Esteban wait so if you do become a race driver then maybe I can meet Kimi"Y/N wondered.

"Wow you only want me to go to F1 for Kimi huh"

"Well its a good opportunity to meet the man, the myth, the legend"

06-16-2006

Dear Diary,

I'm just really really sad today. Estie will be moving far away from here. Maybe I only get to see him on the weekends. I'll miss my bestfriend, mon ami

-y/n

They were at the swing sets when Esteban broke the news that he was accepted to compete for karting competitions. Y/N was immediately ecstatic to hear this but there was a frown gracing Esteban's face.

"You just told me that you are gonna compete for go karting but why do you look so sad" Y/N inquires "Isn't this like the first step in being an F1 driver?"

It is but Esteban hadn't predicted how costly this whole thing will be and how sacrifices have to be made in order to reach his dreams.

"We have to leave the house"Esteban breaks the news.

"Leave?"Y/N was confused "I mean don't you really have to leave the house to go to the go karting place..but you'll come back right?"

He shakes his head and Y/N could feel the reason for the sad looks on his face. Her heart feels like cracking especially when Esteban starts to speak again.

"They sold the house to get me a kart" Esteban's voice was filled with so much sadness "They knew it was my dream and the whole family sees a lot of potential that I can do it. I just feel terrible that they have to make sacrifices to make my dreams come true"

They were merely ten years old but it was a lot of burden to carry and to understand. Y/N is at loss for words but she just grabbed Esteban's hands.

"Then you have to give your all and be the best race driver ever okay?"Y/N reminded him

Esteban looked at Y/N and there were stray tears leaving her eyes but she has a brave face on and an encouraging smile. He was lucky to have a family that believes in him and he was even more luckier because he gets to have another supporter in the form of his bestfriend.

"You make a lot of money so you can buy your home again and you can treat your parents out"Y/N says "You have to do well okay, we all believe in you Estie"

And its these words that kept repeating on Esteban's mind whenever he is on track.

11-23-2012

Dear Diary,

It's my birthday today. Did you believe that Estie waited till it turned midnight here in France just to call me. My bestfriend be setting up the standards for everyone. I got a cake in the morning from my classmates and then we went to have dinner. Sixteen, im getting old now.

-y/n

Esteban and Y/N had a tradition since they were kids that they will wait for each other's birthday because they wanted to be the first person to greet each other.

The minute that the clock strikes 12, Y/N's phone starts vibrating. She had a grin on her face upon seeing the name on the caller ID.

"Well hello there Mr. Lightning McQueen"Y/N greeted.

"Happiest birthday to my sweetest mon ami"Esteban cheered on the other line "You know that I wish you all the best things in life and all of happiness that life has to offer"

"I'm surprised you had time to call, don't you have to wake up early later for your race?" Y/N questioned.

It was true, they don't get to talk as much whenever Esteban was in a competition season. Y/N doesn't mind it that much because Esteban will message whenever he can.

"I wouldn't miss my favorite person's day" Esteban answers.

His remarks made Y/N blush. It was a good thing that this is just a phone call conversation or she had some explaining to do.

"That makes me miss you way way more Estie"Y/N sighs "I hope I can see you again"

"Is that your birthday wish?" Esteban jokes

"My birthday wish is an F1 seat for you" Y/N declares.

"Hey, stop wishing about me. It's your day wish for YOUR day" Esteban argues.

"Then I wish for my bestfriend to get an F1 seat so I can meet Kimi"Y/N rephrases.

They spent a good time talking to each other. Y/N updates Esteban about those girls in her class that she wants to be friends with and how difficult physics assignments are. Esteban mentions about the trainings and the different race drivers that he met on track.

Esteban knows that he might probably regret staying up late but everything always seems worth it when it comes to Y/N.

"Well its really nice catching up to you but school starts at 7 tomorrow"Y/N yawns a bit "You must be pretty tired as well with all the training"

"Don't you worry about me here, I'm doing okay"

"You are the best Estie" Y/N said "Goodnight estie, love you"

Love. That's the word that Esteban has been pondering about a lot lately. It was that stage of life that people are getting girlfriends and boyfriends because they love that person. The only person that Esteban thinks he can love and be in a relationship with is Y/N.

First he thought, maybe its because Y/N's a close friends. Many people get the lines blurred between friendship and relationship. However, Esteban is beginning to realize that he likes Y/N more than a friend.

But, Esteban was scared of scaring her off or losing her so he settles with this.

"Good night Y/N, love you more"

01-01-2017

Dear Diary,

So Esteban and I went to our first party because Esteban finally had a permanent team for the upcoming 2017 season. We had a few drinks to celebrate and I met a boy. His name is Vincent. I think we hit it off pretty well.

-y/n

Esteban has this all night planned with him announcing that he is getting a permanent seat in Formula 1 to inviting her to the races to confessing his feelings and then hopefully get a New Year Eve's kiss.

However, here he is in the bathroom chickening out with his plans.

"C'mon Esteban, you can do this" he preps himself.

In his mind, he had everything written and prepared. He will start talking about the childhood how he was so glad to meet her and to her being the number 1 fan since day 1. Then he will move to his realizations and such when he was moving up to F1.

"Just say what you feel and be true. It's gonna work out"Esteban tells his reflection to the mirror.

With one spray of water to the face, Esteban exits the bathroom to find Y/N in the sea of crowd.

He searches for her and he was glad to see that she was still at the same place where he left her. However, his face scrunches up because there was another guy around her.

"Estieee!"Y/N calls out "I want you to meet Vincent, he is my new friend"

Esteban eyes the man because he didn't even look at him. Vincent's eyes were only looking at Y/N's and Esteban could feel his heart drop. He knows that look all too well because that is how he looks at her.

There goes his chance.

12-25-2017

Dear Diary,

This is my first christmas with Vincent as my boyfriend. Were still getting used with the presents thing and I think I overwhelmed him a bit. But I think that its going well, Mom loves Vincent. Dad and Esteban doesn't seem to think that Vincent is good for me.

-y/n

"Okay, time to open christmas presents!" Y/N excitedly announce.

Everyone gathers at the Christmas tree. It was a yearly tradition in the household that after lunch they go one-by-one in opening the gifts. Y/N always loved presents so she would always go first.

"Merry Christmas darling"Vincent says as he gives his present.

Esteban manages to keep his expression straight but he would have gagged if he could. He was filled with so much jealousy that he could have been in that position right now if he didn't chicken out.

Also, there was something so irritating and wrong about Vincent. He just don't have any proof about it. Mr. Y/L/N has a similar theory which he discussed with Esteban when they were in the garage earlier.

Y/N opens the box and she saw a gold chain with the letter V. It was a very beautiful necklace and it seems expensive as well. She musters up a smile as she thanks her boyfriend.

"This is beautiful Vincent" Y/N admires as she takes it off the box.

"I know."Vincent agrees "When I saw it in the store, I immediately thought of you"

The thoughts were sweet but Esteban couldn't help himself.

"Mate"Esteban calls "Y/N doesn't wear gold"

It was the truth that Y/N never wore any gold jewelry but since it was a gift, she was putting on a smile. Esteban knows that Y/N is just being appreciative to be respectful. Frankly, he was a bit pissed off that Vincent didn't even pay attention to that simple details of Y/N.

"Oh, I didn't know that"Vincent sheepishly grins "I didn't notice that, maybe I should take it b-"

"No, no. I'll wear it, its the thought that counts"Y/N settles.

"Next year, I'll get you a better gift" Vincent assures.

Mr. Y/L/N and Esteban could only share an eye roll, they really hope that they don't get to see Vincent next year around.

06-26-2018

Dear Diary,

Today is emotionally draining and I find it hard to sleep with a lots of thoughts in my head. It feels really different to see Estie in an F1 car. I simply can't believe it that he went to watching race cars to driving one. It sucks about whats about to happen but I am so proud of my bestfriend, mon ami Estie. I will always be proud of him no matter what.

-y/n

One of the worst things that could probably happen is to not finish a race but the feeling intensifies when it happened on your home race. Esteban wanted to kick himself for his misfortune. He didn't even get a lap in when Gasly collided him thus ending their races.

"Stupid" Esteban repeats the video all over again.

The door gently opens and Esteban would have shouted to leave him alone but Y/N peeked out of the door. It was like instant moment of peace for Esteban then its back to feeling like a failure because he suddenly remembered that everyone he loves have watched him DNF live.

"Estie, they told me you were here"Y/N greeted "You wanna talk?"

"I rather not" Esteban quickly answered.

"Hey, its just one bad weekend Estie"Y/N sits next to him.

"This is that one weekend that should have been a good weekend. Everyone is watching me and I didn't even start a lap before getting fucked"

The crack in Esteban's voice signifies that it was extremely heartbreaking for him to have this performance for his home race. Y/N could only tap his shoulder for comfort.

"Estie, you will have a lot of weekends ahead of you and you still have a lot more weekends that we will be watching. Don't be too hard on yourself" Y/N comforts "You can bounce back like you always do"

"You believe in me way too much"

"You already came a long way Estie. From sitting and watching them race every Sunday to actually driving a car. You should be proud of yourself" Y/N reminds.

There was something else painful in Esteban's heart. The recent issues regarding the team doesn't guarantee him for a seat in the coming year. It was another reason why he felt so down with what happened.

"Would you still be proud of me even if I don't have an F1 seat?" Esteban asked.

"What? What happened Estie?" Y/N was shocked.

"I might not have a team to drive for next year. I don't know if anyone is going to pick me with my DNFs and everything, I'm not a good candidate"

Esteban sheds the tears he has been trying to hide. He knew that this was a safe place to talk to Y/N. Everything just felt so heavy.

"Oh my god Estie, I'm sorry"Y/N consoles her bestfriend.

The two bestfriend knew how much this Formula 1 seat meant. It was a lot of struggles and sacrifice to reach this moment. One moment they were just kids going on karting season and now Esteban was getting his F1 seat. Now its being taken away, its like waking up from a good dream.

Y/N brushes away her tears and started to pace as if devising a plan.

"Don't you dare think that just because you are not getting a team next year is that you are a bad driver. You are a great driver okay,remember that." Y/N encourages "Take the year off. Improve your skills, get better then make a comeback"

If Y/N believes that he can make a comeback then Esteban believes that as well.

02-03-2019

Dear Diary,

I had a fight with Vincent. He told me that I am spending too much time with Esteban. He wanted me to stay away from Estie like who is he to tell me what to do.

I told him to be more patient with Estie because he really needs support right now. I hate how stupid and irrational Vincent is.

-y/n

Esteban was just picking up one of his cousin at the club when he saw a familiar figure at the alley. He just wanted to say hi to Vincent but when he noticed that he was holding hands with a girl, who is definitely not Y/N, Esteban started to follow.

He watched as how Vincent pulled the girl into a kiss and all Esteban could see was red.

"OHMYGOD, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"The girl shouts.

Esteban lands a solid punch. He doesn't care if Vincent is drunk or whatever but he should never cheat especially on a woman as amazing as Y/N.

"I tried to give you a chance, you fucking ruined it"Esteban lands another punch at Vincent.

"What the fuck man, get off!"Vincent screams.

The fact that Esteban was willing to let go and watch Y/N be happy with Vincent. He was willing to do that because Vincent makes Y/N happy but seeing this. Its not gonna happen anymore.

Two bouncers of the club broke them off. The girl immediately tended to the beaten up Vincent, Esteban dust himself off as he sets out a threat.

"You better come clean and tell her the truth or else I fucking will" Esteban warns.

"FUCK YOU MAN" Vincent shouts back "I know you like her! I know you are just waiting for an opportunity to ruin us"

"I'm not the one who ruined the fucking relationship Vincent, it was you who fucking cheated on Y/N"

Esteban was seething as he returned to the car. His mind thumbs to call Y/N but he knows that it will break Y/N's heart terribly if he tells her the truth.

09-28-2019

Dear Diary,

I hate this feeling of being ina fight with Esteban. He said some things that aren't true and I said some things that must have hurt him a lot. I don't think we will be okay any time soon. I just wish I could have turned back time to talk about the whole thing more carefully.

-y/n

There are not many things that Esteban and Y/N disagrees with each other. It was quite rare to see them fight each other because they fit perfectly just like that. Usually, their fights are just simple misunderstandings and harmless that they will make up in a day or so.

This time its different.

Everything started when Y/N explained that she'll be moving to Vincent's apartment, something that triggered Esteban greatly. It was apparent that Y/N had no idea of what happened at the club so Esteban told the whole truth.

Y/N is in complete denial and called Esteban a liar. So here they are with their raised tones.

"If you are my fucking friend then you would have told me the minute you saw it" Y/N explained "Why didn't you fucking call"

"I was protecting you. I know it would hurt you to know the truth and I told Vincent that he has to be the one to come clean" Esteban fights back.

"Protecting me with a grand lie?"

"I thought you don't fucking believe me that Vincent is cheating" Esteban frustrated with the argument.

"I don't know who to fucking believe because you would have told me right away if its real" Y/N cried.

The emotions were all too high, they were a ticking time bomb ready to explode. Esteban could not hide the disappointment in his face that Y/N didn't believe him.

"You don't trust me" Esteban realized.

"No Esteban, its not like-"

"Then what is it like?" Esteban asked "It seems as if you totally forgot that it was me who you could always trust no matter what. You forgot that I was your bestfriend since the beginning that was always there."

Y/N didn't want to get all the blame so she strikes back again even though tears were threatening to fall.

"You know its very fucking ironic that you say that" Y/N's words were like bullets "You didn't fucking trust me to believe you either that's why you didn't call"

Esteban was speechless and then he shakes his head.

"Where are you going?"Y/N chases after.

"I'm going home, away from you"

"Fine. Don't fucking come back" Y/N slams the door.

There were a lot of things said and done. They both don't know how they regretted everything.

03-29-2020

Dear Diary,

This whole lockdown is a little bit fucked. I was cleaning up some files in my computer and I saw a photo of me and Estie. I wonder if he is still mad at me and I wonder how he is doing with lockdowns. I wanted to reach out to him but I can't help but think back how much I must have hurt him before.

Vincent is a bit stressed with the whole lockdown situation. He gets frustrated easily especially with the new work set-up. I'm sure he will get better at handling his emotions, I just have to understand this for the moment.

-y/n

Esteban was scrolling through his instagram feed. He had nothing much to do since the lockdown kept everyone inside their homes. There was this feeling of uncertainty when can they race again but Esteban could only hope that they can race again even by May or June.

His hands stopped when he saw the newest instagram post of Y/N. It was a photo of her cooking a dish and the next set of photos showcases more of her lockdown diaries.

There was a bitter smile gracing on Esteban's face when he saw the photo of Vincent. It seems as if Vincent hasn't told the truth yet or maybe he lied to Y/N that's why they are still together. Esteban feels like he could punch the guy if he ever sees him again.

Not a day goes by that he regrets that fight he had with Y/N. It was just utterly pointless that it happened and he misses her. He hopes that she is okay and maybe after this whole lockdown is over then he'll go and find her again.

With heavy sighs, he scrolls past the post without liking it.

08-01-2021

Dear Diary,

Esteban is a grand prix winner. I'm really so proud of him, I shed some tears when he reach the final lap. I don't know if its the emotions or the adrenaline but I also messaged him and I was surprised that he answered. It seems like this is a start of a good thing.

-y/n

There were no words to describe how amazing the feeling was to be on top of the podium. Esteban could only imagine that feeling before but now he is living it. Everything felt like a wild dream because when he started the race he didn't even know that he will end up being a race winner after.

Collapsing to his bed, he finally opens his phone and it was immediately buzzing with so many messages. There was one message conversation that catches his attention

Y/N: Hi Esteban! I hope this is still your number. I watched the race today and I'm really so proud of you. I want to waive a white flag because this is everything that you have dreamed of all these years. There are no words to describe how proud I am of you. You have come a long way from that kid by the swing set. You will always have my support (even if we have a cold war). Y/N: I'm also sorry. I said some things that was really not good for me to say. I'm sorry I'm doing this over a text and I'm sorry that it took me this long. Y/N: I hope you are okay. You better drink up some champagne, you deserve it Grand Prix Winner.

There was this warmth that seems to envelope him as he reads the messages. It feels nice to know that she stills supports him even though they are not talking.

Esteban catches himself smiling through his phone screen confirming that his feelings for her still exist.

"Oh fuck it, this feeling never goes away doesn't it"

01-02-2022

Dear Diary,

Vincent proposed to me today in front of a crowd today. Mentally I wanted to say no because I don't think that I am ready for it or maybe its just the fact that I'm not sure that Vincent is ready for it. I just said yes because there was a large group of people. I felt like I was put on the spot and I didn't like it.

Maybe, its just the nerves.

-y/n

Mrs. Ocon had been keeping tabs with Mrs. Y/L/N even when the two had stopped talking to each other. They often update with each others lives when they get their nails done. Today, Mrs. Ocon couldn't believe the news shared to her so she hurried downstairs to find Esteban.

"Is it true Esteban?" Mrs. Ocon asked

"What's true maman?"

Esteban has just finished doing simulations so he have not been with his phone for quite some time. His mother immediately shoved her phone to his hand. Esteban squints as she watched the video of someone getting proposed at the Eiffel Tower.

"Maman, I'm not getting married anytime soon"Esteban jokes.

He has been pestered multiple times about getting married or getting a girlfriend but Esteban didn't want any of those. Nothing could compare to Y/N so he would rather not date anyone else.

"Just look more closely"Mrs Ocon insisted.

Scrunching up his nose, Esteban finally noticed the familiar faces of the couple. And it feels like a deja vu from his experience so many years ago when he almost confessed for New Years Eve.

Only this time, the pain has been magnified.

"That's good for Y/N, I'm.."Esteban holds his breath "happy for her"

"Honey...It's okay to not feel happy.."

Mrs Ocon has been one of the witness of everything and she knows how much her son loves Y/N. She extended a hug and soon the tall French man just let all his tears fall.

01-09-2023

Dear Diary,

I called it off, Vincent cheated on me and there was another girl on the side. He got her pregnant. I felt so stupid because I have been ignoring so many red flags all these years, I should have known better. I don't know what to fucking do, I hate him so much.

"What the fuck is wrong with me"

Y/N was a mess and anyone else who have been confronted with the reality that they have been in a fucked up relationship for so long will be a complete mess.

"There is nothing wrong with you Y/N" Esteban repeated "It was not your fault that he cheated"

"I was so stupid Estie, I wasted so many years for him"

This has been an ongoing process for a while now. Its been a good two weeks since they broke up but Y/N was still stuck in a period of asking questions and crying.

"I want my fucking life back and I can't get it back"Y/N laments.

Esteban doesn't know what he could do to help but he just became the shoulder that she can lean on. It was a good thing that there weren't much to do yet, he can still be with Y/N for a while.

"You know on the brighter side of life, you are still lucky that you didn't marry him" Esteban suggested "Like imagine all the divorce and process you have to go through if you did marry him"

"I might have ugly children if I married Vincent" Y/N scoffs.

"He is not your problem anymore Y/N, just ignore him"Esteban encourages.

Y/N lets out a frustrated cry as she messes up her hair again.

"I can't just fucking ignore him. He have been with me for a good period of my life and people just expect me to move on and go on with my life. I lost so many things about myself that I don't even trust myself after him"

Tears started falling from her eyes. She wipes them up as Esteban guided her to a chair.

"I'm sorry Y/N, here lets take a seat and I'll get you water" Esteban said before leaving to go to the kitchen.

There was something so nice to have Esteban around. Even if she shouts or screams like that, Esteban is still patient and kind with her. He was not rushing her to move past what she feels, he allows her to speak.

"You know, I can survive on my own" Y/N mutters.

"I know"Esteban agrees as he handed her the water "But I wanted to be here for you. You have always been there for me when I'm at my lowest of lows, I wanna be there for you now"

It was rare to see Y/N's smiles nowadays but with Esteban saying stuffs like that, she can't help but smile. She was very grateful to have Esteban around. She didn't know how she could survive without Esteban's help.

"Thanks estie

02-18-2023

Dear Diary,

Is it too soon to open up my heart again? I really want to try but I am scared. Maybe this is what happens when you've been in a shitty relationship for so long.

I also know that I dont wanna mess up things. If I do mess up things, I'm not going to just miss someone but I'll miss that boy I met at the swingset.

Maybe this year can do me good.

-y/n

"Esteban for a driver, you are pretty slow driving normal cars"Y/N teased.

"I have to be careful, accidents always happen and I don't wanna injure you before a flight" Esteban argues.

Esteban unloads all their bags. The two of them are going abroad however they are going to different countries. Y/N is going back to her old American home and she might be there for a while. On the other hand, Esteban is going to Bahrain for the pre-testing.

"You sure you have everything?" Esteban asked "Passports? Tickets? chargers?"

"Hey Mr. I forgot my passport, dont lecture me about forgetting things"Y/N smirked.

"Just double check and don't be like me then"

For onlookers they look like a couple about to travel together. How Esteban wishes that was the case but they are just a couple of bestfriends.

"Gonna miss you mon ami"Y/N hugs Esteban "I think I see my gate over there, call me okay"

"Of course I will"Esteban assures.

Y/N was already walking a decent few meters away when Esteban started to debate if he should tell her now. It seems spontaneous but this is a now or never situation.

"Wait up Y/N!"

"Did you forget something?"she teased

She turned her head and found Esteban catching up to her. There were beads of sweat on his forehead and Y/N could tell that Esteban was a bit nervous about something.

"Actually there is something I wanna tell you" Esteban starts.

"Oh what about it?"

She tilts her head in curiosity as Esteban takes in a large deep breath.

"I never forgot my passport. I was just using it as an excuse so I can spend more time with you. I didn't wanna go away from you because I miss you and I love you"Esteban declares.

"Aww Estie, you know I love you too-"

"No, Y/N its not that kind of love"Esteban clarifies "I love you as in I love you in a non-platonic way. I love you in a way that I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I love you in a way that I'll do everything so that I'm always coming home to you"

There was silence between the two of them. Esteban was looking for any signs of disgust or rejection in Y/N's eyes but so far those emotions doesn't seem to appear. He feels brave enough to continue further.

"Look, I'm not asking you to be my girlfriend. I know you need time to heal from whatever happened to you. I won't rush you. I have waited since were little kids, this is nothing compared to that. Allow yourself to heal and be yourself. Explore the world. Then if you want me, I'm just here waiting for you"

Esteban's word was filled with so much love and adoration. It was the respect that Y/N needed for having suffer a bad relationship. How could she be so blind not to see what's in front of her all along.

Y/N leans to hug him.

"I won't answer this for now, wait for me to be healed okay?"she whispers.

"Of course Y/N, always waiting for you."

05-01-2024

Dear Diary,

Almost a year and so since my last entry.

I have visited a lot of places to find myself and to heal myself. It was a beautiful journey going to foreign places and trying new things. Actually gave me a new perspective in life that makes me confidently say that I am healed. Some things take a lot of time before we tend to appreciate it.

I have someone waiting for me for almost 22 years already. I'm finally going home to him.

-y/n

[safetycar-restart]

KINKTOBER DAY 26: RESTRAINTS [ESTEBAN OCON X READER]

NOTE: This is an NSFW fic with sub!Esteban and dom!reader. If you are under 18 or uninterested, scroll past. Alternatively, if you like what you see here then consider checking out my blog :))

This work forms part of a kinktober series where I discuss a different kinky concept with a different motorsports athlete every day. We also discuss the concepts in more detail on my blog so if you have any thoughts, feel free to stop by!

It should come as a surprise to absolutely no one that Esteban is the sweetest little sub in the world. Truly the best boy! He LOVES being good for you, always looking for ways to serve you and make you happy.

And he's so giggly in scenes? Cause he just... he's so happy! He's being your good boy! Of course he's gonna be all giggly and smiley.

There is, however, one issue.

He's wriggly.

He tries SO hard to stay still, but he can't! He feels so good and he can't help the way he wriggles and moves around when you touch him, but it can get in the way of scenes. Like when you're trying to overestimate him but he cant stop his legs from shaking and moving.

The solution to this is restraints.

At first he's uncertain about it, and he actually thinks he's not good enough? He knows he's not supposed to be moving around as much as he is, and he can't help but think that you're disappointed in him and that the restraints are some sort of punishment.

But that couldnt be further from the truth.

You can see how hard he's trying to keep still, and you arent upset with him that he can't. You know it's not something he can control, and you can see that it's actually something that's distracting him. You want him to focus on what you're doing to him, on how he feels, on being present in the moment with you but he can't do that when all he's thinking about is trying to stay still.

Which is why you want to try restraints, because esteban won't have to think about staying still anymore. He'll have the restraints keeping him exactly where you want him and he can just focus on being a good boy for you.

When you say that, he's suddenly very interested. He can't deny that the thought of not having to worry about anything besides being good for you is very nice.

The first thing that you try is a spreader bar, keeping his ankles apart and then tying his ankles to each side of the bed too, so that he can't move his legs.

You take a moment to make sure he's comfortable, and he actually loves it? It's so easy to clear his head and relax back against the bed when he has absolutely nothing to worry about.

And it's so much easier for you to play with him like that, now that he can't get away from you at all.

Needless to say, restraints become a common element in scenes.

[the-offside-rule]

Esteban Ocon (Alpine) - Jumper

Requested: yes

Prompt: 21) "I can't believe you're wearing my jumper."

Warnings: none

Esteban couldn't help but smile as he watched Y/n emerge from the bedroom, wearing his oversized jumper. "Morning." He smiled, watching her wall gracefully across the floor. "You seem in a good mood." She remarked, reaching for a mug from the cupboard. "I just can't believe you're actually wearing my jumper." He chuckled, his chin resting on his hand. Y/n grinned, adjusting the sleeves that were way too long for her. "Well, it's cozy, and it smells like you. You should probably wash it." She joked. "You wash, I'll cook the breakfast. How about that?" He suggested, standing up to head over towards the cooker. "Can I think about it?" She asked. "If I cook a nice breakfast, you can do the clean-up. Deal?" Y/n put her hand out and grinned. "Deal." She sat on the sofa eith her mug of coffee whilst Esteban got to work on their breakfast. "I think I might keep this jumper. It looks better on me anyway." She called called him. He playfully rolled his eyes. "Only because you make everything look better." She looked back. "Guilty as charged!"

She stood up and walked towards the table as Esteban stirred whatever it was in the pan. "I can't believe I'm letting you near the stove." She teased. He looked at her offended. "I'll have you know I'm an excellent chef. Just watch and learn, mon amour." She said, placing a gentle kiss onto her cheek. The kitchen filled with the delicious aroma of eggs and bacon and Y/n was already regretting making that deal.

"Let me just-" She paused, scooping up a fork full of her food before placing it into her mouth. She smiled as she looked over at Esteban before faking a distasteful look. "It's disgusting. I don't think I can do clean-up now. I just-" Esteban attacked her neck with kisses and her sides with tickles, making her erupt into laughter. "Stop! You're gonna make me spill it on your wonderful spiderman jumper!" She shrieked but he didn't stop. "I can wash the jumper!" Esteban had lifted her to the sofa, where he mercilessly tickled her nearly to death.

"Esteban! Stop!" She laughed, swatting playfully at his hands, but Esteban persisted, enjoying the adorable sound of her laughter. Finally, he relented, pulling her into a warm embrace. "You're too irresistible when you laugh." He said, a softness in his eyes. Y/n looked up at him, still catching her breath. "What was that for?" Esteban smiled, cupping her face in his hands. "I just wanted to hear you laugh. It just made me realize." Curiosity sparkled in Y/n's eyes as her head tilted to the side. "I love you." He whispered, his gaze unwavering. Y/n's heart skipped a beat, and a radiant smile spread across her face. "I love you too, babe." She replied, closing the gap between them both and sealing their moment with a sweet kiss. "You still look incredible in that jumper." He grinned. "Well, it may look better on the floor."

"I don't know what to say about that." Esteban replied. "I don't know. Maybe say that you love me again? I like you saying that." Esteban leaned down slowly before chucking a cushion right at her face. "Come on, get up. We have stuff to do." Y/n laughed. "Boring!",

[ladymarvel27]

YELLOW TULIPS | Esteban Ocon (I)

Esteban Ocon x gasly!fem!reader

(pictures are from pinterest)

Summary: You are Pierre’s twin and Esteban and Pierre don’t get along, which is a deadly combo for when you and Esteban like each other.

Word count: 879.

Warnings: None.

Part II Part III

You slowly opened the cabinet, your hands trying to reach for a small bag on the top. To your disappointment, you weren’t tall enough to reach. Why the hell did he put it at that height? Your hand was dancing there pointlessly.

“Need help?” A male voice called you behind. You turned around and saw a very tall man standing, his hands on his hips. You instantly recognized him. “Esteban?” He nodded. "And you are..." he raised his eyebrows, "Y/N?" His eyes glint as he recognised you.

You saw him last time when you were fourteen. You used to see Pierre go-karting many years ago.  You had a teeny-tiny crush on Esteban and you knew he was also smitten by you. After that, you were too busy to attend the races and support your brother. Not this year.

“Yes, and I would really need your help,” you said, pointing to the bag on the shelf. “Yeah, sure.”

His hand easily reached the bag and he handed it to you. Yeah, the tallest driver on the grid.

“Thank you.” He smiled at you and then reached for another bag on the next shelf.

“Will you be there at the race?” He asked.

“Yeah,” you nodded, your eyes darting to his pink lips.

“Uh Huh!” You both broke eye contact when you heard someone clear their throat. You turned your neck.

“Hey, Esteban,” Pierre said with a smile, probably a fake one, “I see, you’ve already met my sister.”

You could clearly see the tension between the two. Pierre doesn’t like you talking to Esteban. Or seeing him at all. He probably saw how you were looking at his lips.

“They were looking for you at the hospitality.”

“Yeah, I was just here to get my bag, I am coming.”

“You should leave, I will be after you.”

“Yep,” he said to Pierre then turned to you, “Okay, see you later.”

You gave him a smile, “Yeah.”

Pierre raised his eyebrows in suspicion. Esteban grabbed his bag and left.

“Why were you here?” He asked.

“For my bag.”

“And what were you doing with him?”

“I couldn’t reach it as it was kept on the top shelf. So, he helped me.” You replied.

He looked around and gave a long sigh. You knew what message he was trying to convey.

“So… I’ll see you after the race. You know where you have to be.” He said as he left.

Esteban was a cute little boy back then. Pierre introduced you to him. He was very energetic. He gave you a yellow tulip and they were your favourite flowers. You were so happy that you gave him a kiss on his cheek which angered your brother. When you and Pierre returned home, he scolded you. And you had never seen Esteban after until today.

You reached the paddock where the others were. You had to reach Pierre but you couldn’t find him. You got lost amongst the busy workers when you bumped into a tall stature.

“Y/N? You arrived!” Esteban squealed which made some head turns. You silently hoped that Pierre didn’t hear him squeal after seeing you arrive. You loved your brother, and he cared about you way too much than required.

“Yeah,” you nodded nervously, “good luck for your race, see you afterwards.” You started leaving when he stopped you by grabbing your wrist. He dropped your hand when you both had eye contact. “Y/N,” he spoke softly, “I am happy to see you after all these years.” His eye darted to your lips and he probably had started to lean.

“Ocon!” A voice had called him.

“See you.” He said as he left. You noticed a note in your hand. It had a cell number written on it and a message.

Text me later- E.

You knew you were there to support your brother, but your eyes were always on car number 31. You sighed in relief when you saw him ending at P6.

You saw his interview was over and he was free. You decided to text the number.

To Esteban: I noticed how sneaky you were in these matters, giving your number to me. Btw, it’s Y/N.

You hit send and off the phone, not sure if he will get the message or not.

Your phone dings a few minutes later.

From Esteban: Meet me in the paddock.

You knew Pierre was last so you had some time before he arrives back. You quickly went and saw him, his arms wide open for you to embrace him. You sprinted into his arms as he closed his arms around, and you wrapped your arms around his torso. You stayed in his arms for a while, listening to his heartbeat.

Both of you pulled away.

“Will you hang out afterwards?” He asked.

“Anyone else with you?”

“Nope. Maybe Lance. I am not sure if he is willing to hang out today.”

“Then swing around by eight. It won’t be bad to have Lance around.”

“See you later then.” He replied as you leave, waving goodbye.

It was good to see him after all these years. You felt a fire catching on your old crush on him and didn’t have a problem with it. But your brother will surely have.

[silversainz]

Can you do prompt 5 “always know how to take care of me, little girl.” With Esteban ocon please ?

# warnings — dom!esteban, sub!reader, sir kink, degradation, humiliation, oral, (male receiving)

You looked so pretty in his eyes down on your knees, tears staining your cheeks, and mouth filled with his cock.

“You’re so gorgeous” you gaged feeling the tip of his dick hit the back of your throat as he pushed the back of your head down even more.

“Just imagine if somebody were to walk in here and see you on your knees for me” you moaned legs clenching together at the possibility of someone walking in, Esteban chuckled seeing the way his words affected you. He landed a soft slap to your cheek, groaning as he felt you hollow your cheeks around him.

“You’d like that huh, seeing you like a mess” he harshly gripped onto your hair pulling you off his cock, a sting of saliva falling down your chin onto your bare chest. His cock twitched in his hand seeing the mess you’d made from just his cock alone.

“Look at you,” he gripped onto your jawline, “a fucking mess” in a halt he picked you up, a yelp leaving your lips as he had you up against the wall one hand grabbing onto your hip as the other wrapped around your neck.

“Sir please” you begged legs going weak and cunt burning in desperation, “need you, please” he grunted at the sir falling off your lips so smoothly.

He lined his cock up with your wet folds slowly teasing you by pushing his tip in and out. You whined more tears pricking at the corner of your eyes, hands scratching down his back.

“Fuck baby, always know how to take care of me, huh little girl” your eyes rolled back as he pushed his cock all the way in your tight cunt, “letting me use you however i need, and want.” Your mouth fell open in silent moans as his dick hit your walls so perfectly.

“My perfect little girl”

[astonmartinii]

always the ones you least expect | esteban ocon instagram au

pairing: esteban   x actress!reader 

when rumours circulate that y/n y/ln is dating an f1 driver people forget to root for the underdog 

(face claim is saoirse ronan because i love her and everything she has ever been in) 

popcrave 

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popcrave y/n y/ln is nominated for best actress for her role in little women, making this her third ever nomination. it girl. 

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florencepugh so so deserved 

loveletterstoyn i would jump in front of a moving train if she told me to 

user45 please seek help 

timotheechalamet literal royalty 

liltimmyt so like when are yall gonna admit you’re in a relationship 

emmawatson such an inspiration 

yourusername 

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tagged: florencepugh, emmawatson 

yourusername so so grateful for this nomination. this film was such an experience for me and led to me meeting so many amazing women. thank you so much to the little women family, love you all. 

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timotheechalamet miss you all already 

f1wagsupdates so charles, lewis, esteban, pierre and mick all liked, which one do we think it is? 

ynprotector31 it’s literally an oscar nomination post can you guys fuck off 

leclercies16 it’s definitely charles 

likedbypierregasly y’all set esteban up putting him on this list, be real 

gretagerwig my heart is always so full for you 

lewishamilton congrats y/n, very deserved 

sirlewy44 I TOLD YALL ITS HIM OMG 

estebanocon 

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estebanocon 

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lancestroll dapper fellow 

estebanocon tears in my eyes bro 

estemcbestie he’s so ???

ynoscarwinner y/n liked.... thoughts being thunk 

user341 be fucking real 

estebanoconnnnnn i have faith in my frenchie 

user341 your delusion needs to be studied 

yourusername added to their story 

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estebanocon 

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estebanocon suited and booted 

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yourusername

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yourusername i can’t even begin to put it into words what this means to me. thank you for all the support, everything has led to this and i’m more grateful than you can imagine. 

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timotheechalamet LETS FUCKING GO 

charles_leclerc congrats y/n!! 

estebanocon beyond proud 

user123 mans thinks she knows who he is 

zendaya one of the best to do it 

estebanocon 

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estebanocon turns out the winning feeling is actually ten billion times better when it’s the one you love. so proud of you y/n. 

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user591 HOLY FUCKING SHIT 

pierregasly congrats to y/n and all that jazz but @yukitsunoda0511 you owe me £50 

yukitsunoda0511 idk whether i’m more annoyed i lost or that you backed the guy you supposedly hate so much 

timotheechalamet good now i can publicly demand paddock passes 

florencepugh yeah we kept this secret so long we deserve them 

estebanocon you got it 

esteoconstan este being besties with the hollywood big guns i SUPPORTED HIM BEFORE THIS LET IT BE KNOWN 

yourusername i love you estie, i’m so glad you could come with me (the suit was a definite plus) 

ynylnlover77 i love them your honour  

yourusername 

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yourusername i guess the cats out of the bag. i love the french 

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estebanocon did what the humble croissant could not. i feel unbeatable. 

lancestroll someone is getting a bit ahead of themselves 

yourusername no he’s right 

ynylnstan NOOOOO Y/N STAND UP STOP 

dannyric3333 she’s in love, but it’s not with me when will it end 

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yourusername 

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yourusername he didn’t lie when he said the winning feeling feels better when it’s the one you love. my baby is a racewinner, so so so so so so proud of you este 

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estebanocon thank you my love, you being there made it all so much better 

yourusername all my pleasure, this paddock life might be for me 

user889 NO MISS MA’AM YOU CAN’T QUIT ACTING 

yourusername don’t worry there’s still so much to come 

f1stan77 the way they all doubted him, my king came through 

f1 our new favourite couple, see you soon y/n!!! 

a/n this one is super long, hope yall enjoy. este bestie is severely underrated. 

[charlesslut16]

-Christmas markets-

summary : you and esteban go on a date and visit the christmas markets...

PAIRING : esteban ocon x fem!reader

WARNINGS : none

note : i hope you like this one!

december masterlist ; masterlist 

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Snowflakes were falling down, the roads were filled with snow and people who were walking to and from the supermarkets. It looked just like in a Christmas movie, a dream, your dream.

Just like the people, you were walking hand in hand with Esteban to the Christmas markets. You had planned this date for weeks and finally the time came to go to the markets.

And at the beginning of the supermarket, you wandered around looking at the different stands. The first stop was at the food stand, where you could buy chocolate covered fruits.

You picked ou fruits, that you knew the both of you would like and in the meantime, your boyfriend, Esteban, walked to the mulled wine stand and bought the cups.

Where you met, the table was on the side where you had already been waiting. Esteban came to you with the two cups of mulled wine and placed them on the table.

"I hope you like the fruits I decided on, I brought grapes and strawberries, which one do you want?" You asked him, as an answer, Esteban smiled and grabbed the grapes out of your hands.

"Thank you love."

"Of course." 

At your answer, Esteban came closer to you, pulled into his side and gave you a kiss on the forehead. You laid your head on his shoulder, while the mulled wine warmed your hands and throat.

"I love you, este."

"I love you, my pretty girl."

You stayed like that for a while until your cups were empty and the fruits were eaten, Esteban brought the cups back to the stand and got the deposit for the cups.

At the stand you and Esteban started walking again, hand in hand, well you were hanging on his arms like a clinging kid. You walked a few meters until you found porcelain to look at. It was a Christmas set, of course.

You looked at a few sets and then decided on a white and red one. They would look beautiful at party and dinner. You bought them and then walked further to other stands.

Almost at the end of the Christmas markets, you had seen a few animals. Sheep, horses, goats and donkeys to look at and take pictures of, They looked absolutely adorable.

Looking at them for a while, taking pictures of you, the animals alone, and you with the animals. You fed them and a second later, fans were running to Esteban and asking for pictures.

You step away, as you didn't want to be in the pictures, not because you didn't want to be seen with him but because this was what he liked but not what you did. Not only that, but you liked to keep your relationship as private as it could be.

Fortunately, some minutes later, the fans were satisfied, and you could go and walk further through the markets. The last stop was at a booth where you could win gifts.

And of course, Esteban could not resist playing and winning a gift for you. At this booth, you had to throw craft balls into the basket. The more you hit, the bigger gifts you could receive. 

And knowing Esteban, he only wanted to win the best and biggest thing for you. He always wanted to spoil you, but if he could prove to you how good he is, that's a plus point for him.

Just as you said, that he would hit a lot of points, it happened and, of course, he won the biggest teddy bear there was and gave it to you with a kiss on your forehead and the biggest grin you had ever seen.

But of course you couldn't reconcile it with your ego, so you decided to play too. In the end, you weren't as good as him, of course, but you were still able to win him a prize and that was all that mattered.

As you were finished, you walked back to the car. You with the big teddy, which you had hugged to you tightly, and Esteban with the porcelain and his won price.

"I think that this has been one of the best dates we ever had."

"I agree."

"I hope that this will forever last."

"I hope so too, lovie."

[libraryofloveletters]

Attached At The Hip

pairing: esteban ocon x reader 

summary: attached at the hip; the sunshine to his rain. you were everything to him. 

author’s note: this somehow ended up birthday centric lmao, it’s cute tho, if I do say so myself 

all photos are from instagram and/or pinterest :) 

written in the photos series masterlist

youruser

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youruser: happy birthday my love bug 🧸❤️ so blessed to have you.

tagged: estebanocon 

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youruser: yes this is what it’s like dating estie. my whole camera roll is him 😭😭

estiebestie: estie and y/n >>>> 

user9: brb screaming crying sliding down the wall 

estebanocon: I love you ❤️❤️

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pierregasly: esteban is crying in his driver’s room over this, I can hear him 

↪️youruser: go give him a hug for me 

↪️pierregasly: I will not 

↪️francisca.cgomes: don’t be rude pierre

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alpinef1team

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alpinef1team: a little surprise for the birthday boy, courtesies of one miss youruser 

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alpinef1team: yes you’re seeing correctly, y/n got him two different cakes 

youruser: to be fair when I told them I was a cars themed cake, I meant anything car related, not literally cars 😭

pierregasly: cake was 🔥

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youruser: also love you guys for distracting him so I can sneak this in lmao 

↪️estebanocon: okay then 🤨

↪️youruser: love you too birthday boy 

driver31fan: too cute omg 

fernandoalo_official: no cake for me youruser? 

↪️youruser: not your birthday old man 

user14: ^SCREAMING SHE CALLED HIM OLD MAN 

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estebanocon: birthday get away with the bestie to my estie ❤️

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este31: screaming crying sliding down the fucking wall?? When will it be my turn!!!!

youruser: cheesy ass caption 🤭

↪️estebanocon: I wonder who picked it 🙄

mickschumacher: ❤️❤️

user16: estie as a boyfriend>>> 

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[minkyungseokie]

WHICH COIPLES SHOULD i BEGIN WRITING FOR

I know I made this poll before, but people wanted me to add certain people and I wasn't going to say no. I'm already writing for:

Pierre + Kika

Alex + Lily

Oscar + Lily

Toto + Susie

If there's a couple you want me to add that isn't listed, put it in the replies. If there is more than one couple you want, put it in the replies

[lxndonorris]

no shaving - Esteban Ocon

Y/N x Esteban Ocon Theme: Smutish (teasing, touching, not too explicit) loving Estebans stubble, you hide his razor so he can't shave x gif by @princemick word count: 1080+

During the winter break your boyfriend Esteban kept his beard growing slightly, just enough to wear a light stubble. However, right before the first race of the season, he shaved it off, for whatever reason. Luckily, it's growing back rather quickly, and this time, you won't let it happen just yet. That's why you hid his shaving utensils, both of his razors and some cream, right underneath the bed. Now, you're lying on top of the bed, wearing one of Esteban's hoodies and shorts, browsing your phone, when you can hear Esteban looking for his stuff all over the bathroom.

Pressing your lips together to hide a smile, you lift your face just enough to see him enter the room. He's wearing a white shirt, black track pants, white socks, and his hair is messy yet beautiful. Obviously, he's rocking that light stubble, looking even more handsome than usual. Esteban looks at you for just a second, before continuing his search in this room. You watch him open the closets, nightstands, and some of his suitcases before he lets out a long sigh. "What's wrong?" You say innocently, and he instantly turns around.

"Oh, uh, looking for my razors." He says, running a hand through his messy hair, the back of his head, and right through his scruffy beard, scratching himself gently. "Oh." You say, trying your best to not act suspicious. "I looked everywhere." He says, steadying both of his hands on his hips, with his eyes looking through the room again, in case he might have missed it. Esteban grimaces, one hand now back at his neck, stroking himself tenderly. "I don't wanna go to the store." He pouts, and you put your phone down.

"I mean, you don't have to shave." You shrug, catching his attention. "Mhmm." He eyes you curiously, taking a few steps closer to the bed. "You wouldn't know where my stuff is, would you?" Esteban says, raising an eyebrow, while still stroking his neck. He knows that you love his beard, after all, you told him that a million times during the break, which initially lead him to keep a light stubble. "No." You say, avoiding his eyes for just a second, the pressure getting more and more unbearable. He must know something by now, but you are not that easy to break. As soon as you meet his gaze again, he tilts his head taking another step forward.

"Of course not." He then shrugs, and you know, he's up to something. You bite your lower lip now, trying so hard to keep a serious expression as you watch him walk around the bed, and right up to you. Esteban is now towering over you, looking down, while you prepare yourself for what's to come next. "Are you telling me, or do I need to make you tell me." He growls, his whole body stiffer than usual. The sound of his voice already sends shivers down your spine, with him wearing tight pants, a shirt flattering his well-formed body, and a sly smirk making it even harder for you to not give in.

"I don't know what you're talking about." You chuckle softly, shaking your head in denial. He takes a deep breath and strokes the bridge of his nose. "So, you make me do it." Esteban exhales, turns back to you, and in an instant, he bends down, tickling you. "No, Este." You protest, and at first, you manage to hold him off quite confidently, but he won't let it go that easily. "Look what you make me do." He growls playfully, gets on top of the bed, and overpowers you. "STOP." You giggle uncontrollably, desperately trying to get him off of you, while you feel his hands, his fingers dancing all over your skin. To make matters worse, he even slides underneath your hoodie, tickling you even more.

"Will you tell me now?" He smirks, as you just laugh. "OKAY. Okay. I tell ya." You breathe deeply, and he stops for a moment, waiting for you to stop laughing. For a few more moments, you lie there, breathing deeply, while Esteban kneels on the bed, his body pinning yours down. You turn your head to meet his gaze once again, a sly, satisfied grin forming on his lips before he raises both of his eyebrows. "So? Where is it?" He breathes deeply as well, his voice huskier than before. "Okay." Defeated, you pout. "Under the bed." He licks his lips in satisfaction, bends down, and kisses you, once, then twice.

You embrace his lips on yours, especially enjoying your skin-tingling due to his stubble. "Este." You breathe right into his mouth and steady yourself against his firm chest, feeling his body through the fabric of his shirt. He separates himself just enough for you to still feel his mouth on yours, and just then, you notice the faint scent of his cologne swirling around your nose. "Please don't shave, yet." You say, running a hand across his chest, further up to his neck, letting the tips of your fingers wander through his scruffy beard, causing him to purr contently.

"You like it that much, do you?" He growls softly, closing his eyes for a second while you keep on stroking his neck gently. "Yeah." You pout once again. "Just for a few more days." Leaning in, you kiss him softly, your lips barely brushing over his. "Y/N." He breathes deeply, opens his eyes, and melts into your gentle touch. For a moment, both of you kiss each other, before you feel him using his tongue to slowly spread his delicious taste all over your mouth. At the same time, you run a hand across his chest, feeling all of his muscles tense harder and harder, pressing against the shirt. Esteban returns the favor by doing the same, one hand on the bed, the other casually sliding under your hoodie again, stroking you lovingly.

Then, he removes himself again, your faces now just inches apart. "I think I can do that." He says, tilting his head again. A smile spreads across your face quickly. "Thank you, Este." You say, running a hand through his beard again, just like before, this causes him to purr lightly. He drops to the bed right beside you, and you turn to meet his gaze. Instantly, he lifts his arm, an open invitation for you to come closer. You move toward him, and he lowers his arm, pulling you into a warm hug, cuddling.